The clone marches down the path. He stomps his feet into the dirt, not in a leisure one. He isn't having a good time, in fact he resents the very fact he's still on this trail. His food, and other unnecessary things for repliods are going to go to waste. Yet he keeps them until he knows they are no good anymore. He releases his Sneasel when he ( Read more... )

 [He is walking around the exit of New Bark Town. He is displeased by losing something. A Poke Ball. He knows full well that those sphere objects are important to his journey, and he cannot lose them at any cost, and yet...]

Curse this infantile town. Where can it be?

[He grumbles to himself. He trips a little, and because of that his Oh so sensible ( Read more... )

[ The sound of the Rustling might draw the attention of your character. For Copilku cannot seem to fit all of his things into his bag. Which constantly frustrates him. He can not use common, for he is being unwise. It would do him a pleasure if you actually lent a hand to the obvious. (MEANING PLACE THINGS IN A WAY THAT WILL FIT, CAUSE HE'S BEING A ( Read more... )

None at the Moment.

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